Two words: TACO BELL

Today was my first day eating at taco bell. Yes. I have lived in a box my whole life.

My younglife girls always go out on monday nights,
And today it was just my leader Amy, Sammie, and me.

Well, I lied. I have eaten taco bell once.
But... i didnt pick it.
And it was GROSS.
So I don't count that.

First of all, I stood there for twenty minutes looking everything over.
The lady behind the counter was weak.
(Weak is the ghetto term for laughing very hard.. for all you who don't go to a ghetto school.)
I had no clue what a freakn' chalupa was.
So she had to explain it to me.
I still have no clue what it is.
So I ordered a crunch wrap supreme thingy.
I think...
The whole time, amy and sammie are crackin' jokes.
And she asked me what size.
I bursted out, "THERE ARE DIFFERENT SIZES?!"
Everyone in the kitchen was laughing SOOO hard.

So then i got a crash course in sauses 101.

And We sat down.
So i was just staring this huge cruch wrap thingy down.
By the way, I never eat fast food .. ever.. i think it's SOOO gross.
And Amy and Sammie are just like... watching me.
I have to admit it was pretty good.
But they told me I looked like a foreign exchange student.
Yeah..
Then I got all excited when it has nacho cheese in it.
Apprently that was hilarious.
And apprently I'm stupid.

So I was laughing way too hard to even eat, and they were waiting for me to finish,
And amy was dancing with her head.. i think..
And I told her she looked like she was having a stroke..
Apprently that was hilarious,
And once once again, apprently im stupid.
Because people who have strokes's face droop.
I meant seizure.

I was full of stupid comments.

Amy: you look like a foreign exchange student.
Me: Are you calling me ugly?

"it looks like you're playing tug-o-war with your straw..."

"So does this make me mexican now?"

"How do I eat this thing?!"

.... sigh.

I'm sooo stupid.

It's been over a week... I'm slacking.

Truth is, I've been a little busy lately.
I gave up. I have a ... BOYFRIEND.

GASP.
But Jess,
You hate relationships and love and gross boyfriend romantic stuff.

True.

I couldn't help myself!
Alex turned me into such a cheeseball.

Although, our first week of dating has been interesting.
Cause apprently, in his months of being single,
He harassed all of his coupley lovey dovey friends.
And they decided they were gonna get back at him.

Everytime I would stand two inches away from him, or hug him or kiss him it's been:
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
and/or
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

I'm gonna kill someone.

I've already punched someone in the kidney ... No I'm serious.

geometry is a really interesting class....
Sarah: ethans coming over today, we have to talk about something.
Me: EWW GROSS. Is it about your pregnancy?
Sarah: *flips me off* I'm not pregnant!
Me: WELL HURRY UP, I WANT A NIECE NOOOOOOOW!
Rachel:... YEAH SARAH JUST GET KNOCKED UP ALREADY.

And my teacher.
Everyday.
EVERYONEOFTHEM.
Tells us how we will never us geometry in our lives.
He's merely teaching us to be BETTER THINKERS.
That man.

Speaking of people that make me go, 'that man.'
Burmester. The reason I failed algebra my first year if it.
"What did the tree say to the acorn?"
"What mr. burmester?!"
"GE, I'mma tree!"
"..."
"get it, GEE IMMA TREE... geometry..."
"No we got it, you're just not funny..."

Lesson of the day is:
If youre a math teacher, don't make math jokes.
OR
If you have to explain your joke, you're pathetic.

Off to binge on mountain dew,
Stay up all night,
Do my APUSH (APUSH? The cute short version of ADVANCED PLACEMENT US HISORY. ohh lovely.) reading that I could have easily done the past week.
I'll be up untill the morning.
I'll keep ya updated. ;D

FML.
Nuff said.
♥

The good side of study hall...

Study hall HAS taught me something...
No... I'm SO serious.

Okay maybe I'm not serious..
But still,
Hear me out.

I've been learning:

Foreign language.
('AYE NIGGAH SUP WITT CHOO' means Hello friend, how are you today?)

Culture.
(The hood is a culture too. Doo rags, Yankee hats, saggy pants. It's a very respectable culture.)

Music.
(Even though it barely counts rap is indeed a genre. And it's part of the hoodian culture to blast it as loud as you can from a celluar device. Even in school. No one ever says anything to them because they don't know better, they're not used to normal culture.)

Yeah, That's been my life lately.
Did you read my post about the bowsher game?
And that kid who was a douche?
Yeah well today my friend walks into english. She just so happens to be friends with him too.
And she tells me about how he wanted her to make me jealous by saying he's been talking to a lot of girls.
BAHAHAHA,
And I cause drama??
Silly boy.

Like I stated in a previous post.
LET THE GAMES BEGIN.

Douche.

And guess what...

NO COMMENTS.
An innocent stuffed animal has died because of you guys.
HOW DO YOU FEEL NOW??

HUH?!

..Yeah. I was dead serious when I said I'd kill a stuffed animal everytime a post didn't get comments.

You are sick people.

SERIOUSLY GUYS,

I know people read this blog!
I have a stats button!

START COMMENTING.Or I will kill a stuffed animal for evey post without comments.
Don't believe me?
I'll put up pictures.

Yes, you guys have drove me to this sick violent act.
HOW DO YOU FEEL NOW?

MALES. Enough said.





Boys freak me out.
What a great opening sentance Jess..

Way to freakn go..

Wanna hear about the Bowsher highschool football game?
It's pretty interesting..

So this guy who.. idk I though we were cool. We have a bad past..
But I thought we were cool! He's a private school kid. of course.
Well I text this guy asking him if he's going to the game.
He replies "No."
So I'm pretty happy about it,
Didn't feel like dealing with him anyways.

SO I SEE HIM AT THE GAME.
He walks in the gate.
Looks at me.
Turn and walks away.

2 minutes later I get a text, "Guys night."
Mmm. okay.
Fine.

So I'm pissed to the point of tears.
Why?
Not even I know.
Apprently I still have feelings for him deep..
deep...
WAAAAAY deep down.
Or so my friend says.

So then we BODY PAINTED.
And my spirts were up so me and my amazing friends went and acted like fools in the student section <3

                                  


Me, Tori, Kenzie, And Lena ♥





Casey, Damien, Sammie, Kenzie, Me, Tori ♥

 And Life was good.
Untill I saw Mr. Toolbox himself talking it up to a bunch of girls.
Mkay.
I was ticked.
Throughly ticked.

So I texted him,
"Breaking guys night code by talking to a bunch of chicks. Nice. Look, if you didn't want to see me, just say so!"
And he texts back, "Ok. I don't want to see you."
Yeah, that hurt.
It hurt me.
So I just sighed, shrugged it off and calmly replied.
"Thanks. See being honest isn't THAT hard."

Wow, me being nice. Crazy right?
NEVER happens.

So he then, texts me all the reasons he doesn't want to see me.
THIS BOY IS STRAIGHT UP RUDE.
So I turned off my phone and jammed in the student section with the people I love.

I've let him turn my life into hell enough.
It was time I put up my hands and forgot all my problems. ♥

But then later that night I thought about it and was in a rage.

He wants to play?
THEN LET THE GAMES BEGIN BITCH.
Oh yeah.
I said it.
It's on.

Me and Casey almost got beat up too. Walking home these black chicks were yelling and on comes storming in our direction and for a second I thought, "Dammit.. I'm gonna have to fight a black chick."

I knew I wasn't gonna win..
But I was gonna go down fighting.

She passed us so it was fine.

We were scared for our lives.

We went to subway the next day too.
Got food. Om nom nom.
IF I didn't live by a walkmart with a subway,
I'd be dead.
Dead.
Like .. honestly.

DEAD I TELL YOU.

OH THE JOYS OF STUDY HALL.

Geeze, I complain about study hall a lot.
... Get over it.

THE IGNORANT GHETTO CHILDREN.
And thier ignorant ghetto music.
And thier ignorant speech patterns.

So our teacher gave up on trying to make 50 kids sit still and not talk..
But all my friends left me.
One took the student aid job I WAS GONNA DO.
Of course I'm NICE and let her take it.
I need to stop being so damn nice.
My two other friends go hang out in the band room.

Therefore study hall is me...
3 emo kids..
4 freshman..
and the rest ANNOYING GHETTO KIDS.

Oh my gosh, it was fun listening to them at first but now it's just like...

STFU

and
GTFO.

Uhg.


I haven't been walking right all week btw,
My friend Xavier killed my back.
Xavier is an.. interesting kid..
Let's just leave it at that.

We meet one day when he looked at me in the hall way, never talked a day in my life and yelled, "JESSI YOU'RE ADOPTED." And yelled it every day after that...

LOLWUT?

the kid causes me massive amounts of pain though,
Today he told me it was smack an ass day..
I RAN,
I was scared for the life of my ass.
While I was walking with him I made him walk in front of me.


Alright so here comes my rage for the day;
So when someone says, "yeah let's just move on and forget it happened."
They mean "yeah let's just move on and forget it happened."? RIGHT?
Wrong.
They really mean,
"Well since you screwed up I'm going to continue to be friends with you and pretend that we've moved on just so I can bring it up EVERY chance I get to make you feel bad because you indeed are a whore."

What have we learned class?
When someone says forget it, they mean I will make you remember it untill the day you die.


Listen to this song:
It made me giggle.
♥

By the way, I love you my amazing followers. <33

Good news, tomorrow is friday.
(FRIDAY FRIDAY GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY.)
Sorry. It's still brainwashed in my head.
STILL.

And there is a home football game, lots of ignorant people, drama, body painting.
Oh and casey will be over,
Something exciting always happenes when Casey's over,
Soooo be looking forward to my next post.

adieu mes amours <3